The Belt

The Belt It simply hung there, swaying slightly in the breeze. A strange thing to see hung over a stile in the middle of nowhere. A plain brown belt, the buckle hooked on a nail sticking out of the stile post. Her regular Sunday afternoon walk took her through the woods, over the stile and across the open fields beyond. Jack said it gave them time to be alone and she’d come to enjoy it. He always appeared refreshed after whatever he did. It was good for their marriage. She eyed the belt and grinned… More information...

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